A/N: Day 5 of Blackinnon Week!
Warmth
It was freezing when she moved from Sirius' bed for the washroom. Granted she wasn't clothed but you'd think that wizards, at a wizarding school, could figure out how to keep the freaking school for wizards warm.
But as that wasn't the case, Marlene groped on the floor for the clothes she'd discarded and came up with Sirius' jumper. Not caring to continue her search, she slid it over her head and moved for the washroom.
She still felt the damp chill that always accompanies an old stone building to one degree or another when she made it back, and so opted to keep the jumper on when she returned and curled into Sirius. He stirred against her and pulled her closer but stopped and blinked open his eyes.
"Is that my jumper?" His groggy voice whispered near her ear.
"It was freezing and it was the first thing I found in the dark." She whispered.
"Hold on," he reached through the curtains and grabbed his wand to illuminate them in its soft light.
Marlene blinked and squinted against it. "What?"
"You look good, McKinnon. My jumper suits you." He slid his hand along her thigh to where his jumper fell too.
Marlene sucked in air as his hand climbed higher. "I may keep it then."
"I may insist that you do," he kissed her as his hand climbed higher. "But it would be on the condition you wear it, just like this."
Marlene moaned into his mouth and brought her nails to run against his scalp. "I think I could more than manage that."
Sirius grunted and rested his forehead against hers for a moment before extinguishing the light and pulling her closer.
It didn't take long for the jumper to end up back on the floor, but while his jumper was warm, Marlene determined it was nothing compared to the man himself.